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Our Destiny As Children Of God Revealed In The U.S. Senate Yesterday

Yesterday, Barry C. Black, the man appointed and paid by the U.S. federal government to be the high priest of the United States Senate, stood on the floor of the Senate and called upon his god to seize control of the legislative body. “Today, equip our Senators to do Your will, helping them to grasp the wonder of Your purposes. Lord, give them the ability, power, and resources to complete Your mission on Earth, thereby achieving the destiny You have for their lives,” he said at the height of his ritual of supernatural intervention.

So now, to discover the divine will of the god of Barry C. Black, all we have to do is look at what happened in the Senate yesterday after Black’s god took control.

According to the god’s purposes, Maria Cantwell introduced S. 1633: “A bill to suspend temporarily the duty on certain footwear, and for other purposes; to the Committee on Finance.”

Then, Mitch McConnell and Daniel Coats submitted S.J. Res. 27: “A joint resolution providing for congressional disapproval under chapter 8 of title 5, United States Code, of the rule submitted by the Internal Revenue Service of the Department of the Treasury relating to liability under section 5000A of the Internal Revenue Code of 1986 for the shared responsibility payment for not maintaining minimum essential coverage; to the Committee on Finance.”

Finally, Rand Paul introduced S. Res. 281, a resolution alleging that the National Security Agency used its electronic surveillance powers to spy on the conclave that selected Jorge Mario Bergoglio as the next Pope, and demanding, “President Obama should directly address the serious allegation whether his administration monitored the calls of Pope Francis or the conclave selecting the Pope.”

It doesn’t take a Masters of Divinity degree to see that the god of Barry C. Black is a god of shoes and tax efficiencies who wants to know more about the NSA spying scandal.

This god also made it the destiny of Senator Harry Reid to rise to the floor of the Senate yesterday to wish his little brother Larry a happy birthday. Imagine all of the centuries of divine intervention that had to take place just to lead to that moment.

It is a time of fear in the face of freedom, a time of an emptying country and swelling cities, a time for the widening of previous roads and the opening of new paths, yet a time when these paths are mined by knowing algorithms of the all-seeing eye. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection. These are the times when maps fade, old landmarks crumble and direction is lost. Forwards is backwards now, so we glance sideways at the strange lands through which we are all passing, knowing for certain only that our destination has disappeared. We are unready to meet these times, but we proceed nonetheless, adapting as we wander, reshaping the Earth with every tread. Behind us we have left the old times, the standard times, the high times. Welcome to the irregular times.